We all want to be good
But we don’t exactly know
Our brain releases chemicals to counteract our bad decisions
past trauma
Gets placed in a fixed condense mental
Box
Slowly releasing
Self inflicting
Brain fixing
Time will heal all our wounds
Every breath is a gift and a curse
God is good god is great.
Like cliche sayings
Its simple
Like a pimple
Sour and sore
Its sweet
Its sweat
Its pain, love and choices
Full of regrets.
I should have done this and done that.
Said this and not that.
We blindly lie awake
Headphones on.
Pain takes a break
Tv for the soles in our feet
Movies for the promises We try to keep
I am a main character
I am in control
I can be great, fantastic, amazing, likable, sma rt, intelligent, kind, sour, sweet, nice, bad, sad, crude, prude, lude…sexy?
But only at 3am.
Poetry